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Nice and quiet here today. I love this suburb. Lots of people out walking but all for the same reason – enjoying a peaceful morning. It’s overcast and grey and there is a bit of drizzle around… the garden is giggling.

I’m old school when it comes to roses. If it doesn’t smell like a rose, I don’t see the point. Mr Lincoln, Freesia, Gold Bunny, Honey Dijon, Double Delight are some of my roses that all have a strong fragrance.

I break my own rule when it comes to my favourite rose. It’s called Julia’s Rose. It buds up a deep brown colour and when it opens it fades to the colour of parchment. My parents had it growing in the garden I grew up with and although it doesn’t have a scent, I love it because of its unusual colour. Parchment. What a delicious word to describe a flower. This is my favourite rose.

Like this:

6 roses planted, two transplanted.
Heaps of herbs are potted up. I dummied up a shade ‘sail’ for a sunburnt hippeastrum. I’ve savaged the hedges until the bins are full. Last job is the watering – and its a satisfying way to finish the day. Watered plants and the smell of cut grass – awesome.

Like this:

Work has been a little unsettled of late. There’s a reshuffle going on with the higher paid members of the office community – not that anyone is saying anything. It’s like the powers that be are more happy to shift everything on paper and then tell the pieces the news and suffer the fallout.

I am one of the pieces. So how do I deal with being the last to know when it’s my 8 hours a day that’s changing? Beats me actually – I don’t do it that well. I go back to the important principles of leadership. The things I value in a boss – honesty, straight-forward info, handshakes, open communication and telling it like it is to the face of the person that it is too…if that makes sense. Basically I think I expect the kind of behaviour that doesn’t get delivered in times like these.

My “Queen CLM” title (ie. career-limiting-moves) comes from my not being able to look a game-player in the eye once I see how they make their moves. I lose a lot of respect for people very quickly. I know they don’t care about it – but I’ve never been good ~ never will be good ~ at pretending how they play the game doesn’t matter.

I don’t smile when someone’s blowing smoke up my arse. And I sure as hell don’t thank them for it. But, that’s my problem – so I buy myself some roses and sleep well at night. Not sure how they sleep – but that’s their problem.